Mason was stretched out in one of the provided chairs, lanky limps spilling over the edges in his exhaustion. A month. They'd physically been gone a month that had lasted only a day them. It was baffling to say the least. His mother was going to throttle him, kiss him and then throttle him all over again.

Half asleep already, Mason had approximately zero energy left for this nonsense. Debrief, answer questions, drag his ass down to the Beast Division to let his mother know he was alive and then go home and pass out. Opening one eye to look at Miss Connolly as she asked a question, Mason tried to straighten up a little and at least stay awake for the time being. "Sheepishly trudge down to my mother's office and let her know I've survived, so she can likely kill me." He joked, but it came out mostly as a tired sigh. "Yourself?"